VOL VII. BARNWELL, S. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 14, 1884. NO. 50.A Year’s Wooing.

•Twm Autumn when first they stood on tho bridge;Blpe pears on the pear tree, ripe corn on the ridM;The swallows flew swiftly far up In the blue, Aud speeding still southward, were lost to view.Bald be: "Can you love me, as I can love you?”She said, quite demurely, “Already I dol"

Twas winter when next they met on the bridge;

The pew trees were brown, and bare was the ridge.The swallows Were feathering their nests in

Algiers.Bhe looked in his face, and she burst into tears IHis nose it was pinched, and his lips they

were blue.Bald she: "1 can’t love you I” Bald ho: “Nor I youl”

’Twas springtime when next they stood on the bridge;And white was tho pear tree and green was

the ridge;The swallows bad thoughts of a speedy return.And the midglets wore dancing a-down the browit burn.He “Pretty maiden, let by-gones goCan you love mo agalnr” Bhe said: “I can try.”

’Twas summer when next they stood on the bridge;There were pearson the pear trees, tall corn

on the ridge;The swallows wheeled round them, far up in the blue,Then swooped down and snapped up a raldg- let or two.Bald he: “Lest some trifle should come in the. ^ w*7’And part us again, will you mention the dayfBhe stood, looking down on the fast-flowing rill.Then answered, demurely: “As soon as you

—Chamber's Journal.

- ONLY A GOVERNESS.r --*T suppose I had better dress, and

call on the lady. It’s always more satisfactory than writing, as dear papa used to say,” murmured Kate Dagnall, as she brushed vigorously the unruly curls off her broad forehead, that would stay there in spite of all remonstrance. “I’ll £um it down,” sho exclaimed, laughing—a low rippling laugh, that disclosed a row of little white pearls.

“O, don’t, dear Kate,” said a sweet childish voice. 'T should be so unh&p-

Ey if you did anything to your pretty air.”’■Then I won’t, darling,” said her

sister, tenderly shaking the pillows under Evie's little fragile form with deft fingers.

The poor little creature had laid on that same couch for two years, with curvature of the spine, And it was for tho little sufferer's sake that bravo

Kate was going to battle with is bright May morning.

“Shall I do, Evie? I don’t look too ■mart, I hope?”

“You look as you always do—lovely!" replied the girl.

She certainly deserrod the praise too; her dead-black silk robe hanging in

Saceful folds around her little stately guro, a dainty little spotless collar fastened by a simple knot of violets in

the place of a brooch.But above all there was a dewy

freshness about her witching face, like a wild rose sparkling with tho early morning dews-

“I shall not be long, Evie love,” she called, as she tripped out of the room, but not before a little slipper, which the sufferer had been hugging jealously, came bounding toward her, and the weak little voice said:

“Good luck, sister mine!” and to herself she added: “Please, dear Heaven, bring her back safely to me."

“What a grand place!" thought Kate as she looked up at the palatial mansion on Carlton-house terrace. “I thought dear papa’s house handsome, but that was nothing to this.”

To her question" if the Countess of Elslie would tco her, tho butler, a very gentlemanly man, in deep mourning, said kindly:

“Step this way. You are Miss Dag- nall, whom her ladyship expects, I suppose?”

“Yes,” she said somewhat shyly as he led her across the marble hall up a flight of stairs, gorgeous with pictures,mirrors and eostly purple velyot hangings, into a fairy bower, all turquoise pltuh, and bjllowy lace, -where an elegant woman was seated at a silver and malachite davenport, writing letters.

The countess was a true patrician in looks, voice, and gesture, with the noblest attributes,wiuiouta tinge of the usual false pride of her class.

“Be seated. Miss Daguall,” she said kindly, “and bo good enough to excuse me one moment till I have sealed my letter.”

Kate began to plnck np heart of grace now that she found herself placed at ease by the unstudied grace of manner of the true lady.

“I think we shall j_Miss Dagnall, and our darling May will hare a lady whom I shall like as well as trust 1 am pleased you con-

Jded in me. and told me all, because I are heard of the sad reverse of the once eminent banker, but never knew

what became of his two daughters. Now, confidence begets confidence. Your little charge Is not my own; my darlings have been gathered in hr the Great Keeper. May is my brother’s

pretty Kate was go the world this brnr

got on very nicely.

“I wonder if I shall over see her,” the poor little thing said wistfully.

“Why, of course you will, Erie. Some day you shall be brought to see me in a little invalid chair that I mean to buy you when my ship returns laden with good things.”

The 'thought of such happiness brought a sunny smile into tho child’s sweet pensive face, and she was satisfied.

“My papa is.coming homo, dear Miss Dagnall. Won’t I bo happy then!” exclaimed little May one delightful morning in August, as sho dashed into the schoolroom, a very Hebe of child-beauty "Aunty has just got a letter—oh, such a duck of a one, with dozens of kisses. Aren’t you very pleased?”

“Yes, May, very, of coiirM, because you are. But perhaps your papa won’t see me with the same indulgent oyos as you and Lady Elslie do; he's a gentleman.”

“Fudge! he’ll love you ns much as I do. Why, my papa is only like a big boy—he plays with me an hour every morning, and even helps mo dress my dolls. He's not like other papas; he is my friend, my playmate!” and the little lady looked lip into Kate’s face with innocent confidence.

“So her ladyship is out?” said Lord Severn, a line handsome man about thirty, with dark earnest eves and a frank sweet smile just like nis sister’s, the countess.

“Yes, my lord; but Miss May is at home with her governess.”

“Thanks, Graham. I hope all tho servants are well, and that this time I shall stay among you."

"I am sure, my lord, that I can say we all wisli so from the bottom of our hearts,” returned the butldf.

“Ah, there’s no place like home to a man who has been knocking about in that arid waste, Egypt and the Holy Land,” mused his lordship as his valet assisted him to change his dust-covered habiliments.

*T11 just steal a march upon my little pet, and creep up and see what she is doing. Oh, the fun and joy of tho surprise! How she’ll dauco with delight!”

A beautiful room, covered with rugs of bright colors and polished birch furniture; laced draperies and pretty rose- covered chintzes on pale-blue ground draped tho chairs and cosy couches; birds sang cheerily from their fairylike cages; flowers everywhere; an open piano in the corner; a few beautiful pictures of tho Holy Child from babyhood till manhood. This is tho sanctum of the little heiress and her friend and instructress, Kate.

Aand innocence reigning supreme.

As the weary traveler watched with breathless interest, a feeling of awo came over him, and ho resolved not to interrupt by his presence tho sweet home-picture.

“How lovely!” ho thought; “she has tho face of an angel. My darling is indeed blessed.”

There sat Kate, perfectly ilnconscious of the admiring eyes that were taking in greedily the scene that sho was playing the heroine so artlessly in. Tho crimson twilight was just flooding tho chamber, and touching up with its summer glory the bonnio little golden head and tho witching face as she read aloud a touching story of our Redeemer when a child to May and her little invalid sister, who lay on a cpuch in some filmy white robe, one tiny hand clasping May, tho other a tea-rose, a gift from the countess before going out

“Oh, how lovely, dear Kate!” exclaimed tho two children in chorus when she had finished tho story.

“To-morrow, dears, I will read tho life of his friend and follower, St. John; now we will have our usual little concert.”-

In a few seconds Kate's sweet, fresh voung soprano rose clear and thrilling, Joincu by the little ones' childish voices, singing:. “Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.”

Lord Severn stole noiselessly from the room, murmuring: '

“I will not break into their sweet

wisned It;” and smoothing down her rebel hair she made her way to the magnificent room to meet—what? Her little fluttering, palpitating heart dared

think—dia:not even stop to haps.

She

dismissal, per-

looking very shy, butentered, very lovely.

“I have sent for you, Miss Dagnall,” ho said, placing a chair for her, “to say that your services will not be needed any longer as governess to my littlo

Poor Kate! she tamed white to tho lips, and could not think of a word to say for a brief moment, then summoning all her courage, sho said:

“Is my fault commission or omission, my lord?”

"It is neither.” he replied. “It is simply my desire; another lady will take your place more fitted for the position.”

Poor bravo littlo Kate. This was tho last straw, and sho burst into a flood of tears, gobbing:

“What—oh, what have I done?”“Done, my darling, my love, my

Zuoen! Robbed me of my heart," cried ord Soverne, clasping tho slight form to his breast, and raining down such a

passion of kisses that Kate nearly fainted.

“You lovo me?” she gasped.“Love you, sweet Kate! I have loved

you from tho first moment I saw you, when you were reading to my child, and your sister aud you then sang ‘Abide with me’—tho night I arrived home.”

“And you saw and heard us?” she asked in sweet confusion.

"I did, my sweet wife that is to be, and I registered a vow that you should bo my May’s darling mother in reality. Say. do you love me? Are you happy?”

“Yes, mv king, my lovo," she relied, and Kale was no longer “Only a overncss. ”r.1*Go

Shaving' Drunken Men.

“Glad that job is over," said a Madison street barber, as a customer walked out of tho shop with unsteady Steps.

“Why?” was asked him.“Drunk!” senteutiously.“Have many of that kind?”

‘-‘No, thank goodness! You see, a drunken man when ho sits down to get shaved is always shooting off his mouth and is always sure to do it at the wrong time. Just when tho razor is passing over his chin ^n idea will strike the fool in tho chair, open will go his mouth, down will go his chin, andit is only by tho greatest care that afel-

,u a™‘nstrucircss, khik I ]ow can keep from cutting him.”veritable Eden upon earth, purity , ..Evor h^0 accidents?”any

I “Don’t insult me. I never cut anybody, drunk or sober. But I remember once the chap that had the chair next to me, a sort of gre-n hand, wh* came near cutting* a man’s nose off. Tho customer came in drunk, threw himself into the chair, and kept per-

i fcctly quiet while ho was being latner- ! ed and during tho time tho first one- half of his face was being shaved. Then when the barber was about to shave his upper lip ho forgot that he had a drunken man in tho ohair and hold tho blade close to bis nose for an instant. At that very moment something funpjj11’11'* the mind of the man and he threw his head back to laugh. Tho next instant a razor struck his nose aud a stream of blood squirted clear to the looking glass. The boss had to pay for patching up tho organ and the green hand was ‘docked’ accordingly. But he learned a lesson, and I guess the customer did too.”

“Ever have any men go to sleep under the soothing influence of a shave?”

“Yes, but not often. Sometimes a man will come in from an early train who has had no sleep all night, and will doze off. Mighty moan customers to handle, too.”

“How's that? I should think they would be the more docile.”

“Not much. You have to tug at their heads to get them to turn them, and then run the risk of giving them a snip when some dream is running through their minds, or cutting them

aper. May is my child; he is a widower. I have her under my oare tlll he returns to England. *

“Then she is motherless, my lady?’'"That is so,” she replied sorrow

fully, “but yon will, in some measure, make up to oar treasure her sad loss.”• All was settled, and as Kate tripped

down the staircase she could almost have burst oat into song, like a bird who had lost Its way and iU mates, and found them again.

“Oh, I’m so happy now! I wish I had wings to fly to my darling Evie,” she murmured, as she flew- along SL James’ Park, light as a fawn. “It was the slipper that did it,” and she began humming, “Oh, those golden slippers," unknowingly—how golden she had y« to learn.

yet

There was joy for the orphans that day at Camden Town.

“I told you that yon were a fairy, and would win the hearts of everybody,” exclaimed Evie, raising herself with difficnltv to take a peep at her eister. “Only fancy a oounices, too, and to ahake yon by the hand as if yon wese her sister; HtV I should like to eee her! Isahe very beanttfaiP"

i is more than that; ahe is a per- aobly planned, what I

the other

morning will be better.His lordship had boon homo a month

and a few intimate friend*- were invited to dinner.

“It is tho wish of my brother, dear child,” said tho countess.

“But I shall be so dreadfully nervous. Oh, do let mo come in quietly after dinner. I am deeply conscious of the great honor you have offered mo, my lady,” replied Kate with sweet simplicity./“Just as you please then, dear. I

Will tell his lordship that you would prefer to join us later on.”

What caused Kate to tremble and blush so when May ran up to her with two exquisite white roses sayinJlut you have become over so much morovcareful.”

Mr. Blank—“Yes, iudeod\ I have tomyself A^ow.”—pay for your things

r/iiladclphia Call. " ■1 ■■■— 9THEV WERE SLTERFLUOUS.

“Why do you always wear a bunch of flowers in your buttonhole?” inquired Miss Fussanfeathor, while Mr. TitcpanD: was calling the other evening.

“Oh, it gives one an air of freshness,” responded tho poetical young man.

“Well,” replied the young lady, frankly, “I don’t think you need any artificial means to prove your freshness.”

And then Titopants went ont and, pU on the hitching post to think it ovpx.ENGLISH AS SHE IS SPOKE IN LONDON.

“Hi say, ’Arry, did you hever Jkw

did," re the wife, witsuppose with a sage who employed bride as a tobacco-

Jiot conceal, than yon hare acquired a clew to the character of that shirt- front’s possessor. The central stud may be all right, bat the general effect is one of clnmsiness. You trace intellectual confusion and slowness in each fold before you, and you know in-

’ stinctivoly that your opposite neighbor is a born bungler. And nbw let os regard the matter subjectively—let ua, that is, place ourselves in the position of tho shirt-front wearer. How often is he not agitated by tho consciousness that the shirt-front which begin, like a beautiful woman may end in. hideous fish! Down to the central stud all is as it should be. But as the meal pro-

isaes and he glances down his linen e perceives to his horror a tendency

on Its part to disclose a fissure and to reveal the under-garment, whatever its hue, beneath. Henceforth there is an end to all enjoyment Pellitur a con- virio Icotitia omnia He can no longer converse without constraint, his mind wanders from tho topic of talk, he becomes visibly distrait and palpably disgusted, and though he be seated beside the fairest of tho fair he grows as ab- sont-mlnded as the the finger of his bri ■topper. Shirt fronts are the most fickle and capricious of all articles, and of all portions of articles, of male attire. Their behavior in many instanoes is incalculable. The shirt-front which conducts itself admirably one week is a model of Ill-conditioned eccentricity the next. It has been annoyed by the washerwoman, and, with that illogical injustice characteristic of shirt-fronts, vents its disgust upon the paver of the washerwoman’s bill. Or il\>cginstho evening well and terminates it in a manner of which it ought to bo ashamed. Perhaps the worst affliction which can overtake a conscientious and well- meaning Unitarian is the discovery that without a single premonitory hint his shirt-front has gone utterly and irretrievably wrong. Tho under portion of his solitaire has insolently shaken off its Wioorings, defiantly refuse, to be •beand by. ils buttonhole, and. metaphorically speaking, launches out into ■pace. Who is not familiar with the efforts this hardly-used Unitarian makes to conoeal the horrible hiatus, or with their futility? He scarcely dares to look down. First he gives a little nervous cough; then his hand wanders, as if casually, to the middle of his chest But neither wandering band nor nervous cough can put that shirt-front right again. It is a gone coon, and he will as easily restore the solitaire to the original eochet ae the soiled dove will regain her virtue. He must accept the blow of a severe destiny, and his best hope must be that by maintaining hie body at a proper angle, and by periodically smoothing his ruffled plumage with a skillful hand, he may minimize in some sort the appalling calamity which has overtaken him.—London World.

A dude is a 60 cent 0$ clothes.

in a $60 suit

An insurance man says the _ . iat Nero fiddled wMle Rome wet hon

ing was that busineee woe probably dull in Rome and Nero was heavily neared.

A man’s brain weighs three and a half pounds. A woman’s is somewhat lighter, but of flnur qualtty. Thai Is wnat enables her to taste lard in herneighbor’s nsstrv—'■'“gj"** *r^r* m -—_—«_______________

▲ mastodon's tooth weighing four pounds has been found on e farm in New York state. Wood* what member of Haverly’s minstrels bed a molar extracted before leaving for Europe?

The OilCUy Blintard Is responsible for the siafomeht tfaxt striiwbSiftei and cream make girls “freckled and eanee them to toe in.” They wQl toe into an ice cream saloon all the ~ton Glob*.

Owing to the crasy-quilt society young men on small income have been obliged to fall back on the old black tie. It U too narrow for a patch and too black to be attractive.— Hartford Bod.-

A certain poetes is said to make good jellies as well as good poetry.It is suggested that she make a new departure—send her jelliee to newspaper offices and can her poems.— Norristown Herald.

A London Bank has issued an order prohibiting the wearing of beards or mustaches during business hours. It must be very annoying for the clerks to carry their beards in their pokets all day. Thero are liable to get museed up.

The fact that El Mahdi, the false Prophet, sleep, during the day, and transacts all . his business nt night,

ires rise to the suspicion that El must ave been a night news editor before

ho went into the busineee of ing his enemies.

“My dear," said the wife of the editor of a weekly newspaper, “shall I

five a way those old troeeers that you aven’t worn for two years, to some poor, deserving tramp!”’ “No,” wored the editor, “let tboee hang just where there are. X may ■tart a daily paper some day and then 1 will need them sure.”

George Zeller stole a pair of shears ' ► from the editorial room of a Philadelphia newspaper, for which atrocious crime he was sent to jail for three months. If he had still further crippled the newspaper office by taking the paste-pot, it is believed the editor wonld have insisted upon a life sentence.

Flops, who has been lunching with »JrhuuLju>QQ toogs’>gs: .yon see Is of some tue in tale world, even the frog.” Friend, who is disputatious: “I don’t agree with you.Of what use is the mosquito to os?” Fipps: “Ah, my dear fellow, you take a wrong view of things. Just think bow useful we are to the mosquito.”— Boston Gazette.

The people in San Antonio are so nervous that a law has been passed forbidding steam whistles being blown - in that city. How those people would suffer if a oirousoaUlopesnoud happen to escape and run wUd through the streets, Why, (he people would Just sit right down on the sidewalk sad blent like a sacred calf, and if a Milwaukee tug-boat whistle should happen to be sprung upon them suddenw' It would give them cramps.—BtcHs mm.

despatch-

The Champion Liar.“Every time I look at the North

star,” said the nautical oop, it mats# me feel pale. It is all on acooount of a balloon experience I had in 1863. You probably remember that mammoth air-ehip built in Hong Kong to take a trip across the Pacific. I was there at tne time, and the owner of ths balloon engaged me< at a salary of $1,000 a week to accompany him in his perilous voyage. It was a bright summer morning, I remember, ana an open lot on the outskirts of the town was filled with 200,000 people to see ns make the start. The aeronaut got Into the car first, and I followed him With two native servants, who carried our provisions.

The signal was given to start and ths ropes cut The immense bag of gas, with its human freight, shot up into the air like a rocket. In twelve minutes we were 6,000 feet above the earth. In twelve minutes more we had attained a height of 10,000 feet. The revolution of tho globe was then plainly perceptible. At 8 o’clock in the evenu^ we had beaten nil previous records, and were sailing through the clouds at the frightful rate of sixty miliw. The professor, who was black in ths face but very enthusiastic, suddenly announced his intention of attempting to get beyond the attraction of gravitation. I at once demanded an increase of salary, and ho saw the raise and made it $1,600.

“All our ballast had been thrown out, and, as the balloon bad ceased to rise, it was necessary to make the car lighter, so we pitched one of the servants over the side, giving him a cookbook to read on his way down. Up shot the balloon another mile. Then it be tame stationary again, and the fellow bad to be disposed of in the interest of science. I dropped him out very carefully, because be was a very nice man and genezoua to a fault. Up and np went the bttloon, until wo had reached an elevation of 118 miles.

“The professor saw that we were about to stop again, and kindly aaked me to step out and let him continne the voyage alone. He refused, however,

ip fothree days on my own book very satisfactorily.”

“Where did yon land after making this terrible trip?” asked the —

“Believing that my salary was agon- 6ns one, I permitted the professor to take his barometer along with said the nantical oop.—Record

‘^ $ g»The Wash Inton _1__

at the rata of two flisi a

writes toBurdette phUoeophiaaUv wr young men: Do you be diligent in yout own business and be content wifi III

iou may not wain so many i days as FltagenU. but yon great deal mors time; end

ot got to modi money Cor

rewards. Ton may not walk so miles in six i‘ oan sleep a i if yon do not get i it neither do you get so many On your little salary at the suspends* counter, you cannot dean up $8001000 on Wall street this week. Bat neither son you be cleaned out of 1 000 next week.y'

Senator Coke, of Texas, markably powerful voioe, said that when he was pleuro-pneumonla bill throttle-valve wide open cotton in their window sashes to keep them from rattling and breaking the glass. At the climax of his vodleraaons Coke announced that he intended to so that the whole ooontry him; and then, as bepansedl Beck remarked, “Guesa, i vriU, Coke, if the’re not stone dm r-Neso York Tribune.

It Is related as a verity that two 1 of a Bostoc cried in great Mre. X., I dot

> I sold Ion* of i mart on sheba Railroad bonds, and 1 of me I don’t know which, one way or ths other Fta utterly bankrupt" “Oh don’t take on so, my dear, was the reply; “it’s just the same with me on Camaralsamaa mining stocks, bat I’m just going in and tell the dork that I didn’t mean a word of what I ■aid yesterday, whatever It wan.** “Oh, yon lore,” exclaimed the other, rapturously; “what a head yon hare for btuineen Why, your’s Jljgt Uks a

-nman!”

ware In thea blfncTntaaTheiSaid Brown (seeing i to enter): “Where you aware hoi cate the touch of a blind meats? nature deprives tts of make amends by bringing the othe* senses to extraordinary aentaneen Let me illustrate by this gentmsan. I’J take a sooop of mnr«M 1st feel of it, and you see Sow<tell what It in” 1 ____entered, he was pot to the sate. 1 put his ths scoop, and •That la sand.” but the i attemi into

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